Inside the Dean's sleeping chamber
Shang Yanting placed the worn, yellowed map on the table.
The reason it's called tattered is because the ragged cloth had holes in it, as if they were irregularly chewed by insects. The writing on the map was blurred; Jia Xitong had also looked at its contents but nearly strained his eyes trying to discern anything crucial from it.
At that moment, Shang Yanting suddenly closed all the windows, leaving only the west one open.
The setting sun shone through the window, casting light and shadow on the rear wall. Shang Yanting lifted the map to block the incoming light, forming a spot of light made up of holes on the wall.
"Host, does this mean something?"
Jia Xitong leaned closer to Shang Yanting, studying the mysteries of the combined light and shadow pattern intently.
Hmm...
Couldn't understand.
Jia Xitong studied it for a long time and then asked for the answer.
